Page 14 of The King's Pawn

It wasn’t pretty—it was animallike, and I was out of my mind for it. For him. MyKiller.

I rocked as he fucked my mouth. My own dick was pinched in my towel, its constraints wringing out tiny shivers of friction.

He dropped his head back and his grip in my hair eased, his rhythm slowing. Surrendering himself. Looking up the length of him, stretching my lips around his dick, had to be one of the best views I’d ever seen. It was a damn shame he wasn’t naked. Would he let me crawl over him, let me ride his cock as mine slapped his abs, like I’d fantasized a thousand times?

His fist in my hair had eased off enough that I controlled the pace, controlled how much of his cock I swallowed. I pulled off, making him glower, furious, but I had him now and licked from balls to head, flicking my tongue over the sweetest spot, until taking him deep all over again.

He moaned and his fingers knotted in my hair, but not like before. He’d given himself to me, and he was all mine to do with as I wanted, and I was going to give Killian the best blowjob of his life because it might save mine.

CHAPTER

SEVEN

Killian

This was wrong, but so right. Noah’s mouth was taking me down some forgotten path, one I’d long ago denied existed.Pleasure. Selfish, bone-melting, ball-aching indulgence. I should have known his smart mouth would be my undoing, and now he had me captured, at his mercy.

If his father knew my dick was between his son’s lips, he’d kill me in an instant, and that thought—among a tiny riot of others—had me racing toward the edge of ecstasy, losing control, nudging the fringes of madness.

Noah sensed I was close, pulled off, and grinned. I already had my hand in his hair and gave it a twist. He gasped, that pretty mouth opening, his pink, wet lips inviting. I nudged my cock between them, and he took it in, his ice-blue eyes making it clear he wasn’t letting up this time. And true to his silent promise, he took control.

The sight of his lips wrapped around my dick tugged at pieces of my broken thoughts, rearranging things I thought I knew, making them unknown again. Like, what thefuckwas I doing fucking Noah’s King’s mouth? It was too late for regrets. Notleast because he smiled while getting me off. His lips tightened, and I rushed toward coming so fast there was no stopping it.

I clutched the back of his head and came undone down his throat. Somewhere far away I heard him splutter, but I was lost, spilling between his lovely lips, watching his not-so-innocent eyes shine. And there, right on the precipice, some tiny, sharp piece of my cold, icy heart broke.

Noah sucked, then pulled off and flopped back on the couch. He coughed, licked his lips, and peered up through his lashes, his post-fuck gaze telling me things had changed. Or maybe he’d always had the power, and we were both now realizing it.

A dark, damp patch stained his towel. Had he come? Should I finish him off? It would mean going to my knees, and I didn’t kneel for anyone.

“Don’t worry,” he croaked. “You don’t have to reciprocate. Although you could untie me so I can fix it myself, you know? Because, Killer, you’re fucking hot, and I’m dying here. Or maybe you like hurting me, huh? Maybe that’s your thing? When did you get hard? Back in the kitchen there, tying me up, bending me over the counter? Yeah, there it is. Is this new for you, or have you always wanted to fuck me? Can’t say I expected it. Not you. Must be messing with your head, huh? You always liked dick, or is it just my mouth you want to fuck?”

“Noah,” I growled, “you talk too much.” After tucking my dick away, I ran a hand through my hair. Shit, my hands were filthy with blood and mud. And Noah still looked at me as though we’d just begun whatever the fuck this was.

“Say my name again.” He smirked, like the cat who’d gotten the cream. “Say it like you hate it.”

He was going to make this worse, smirking like he was, like he had me by the balls. I was screwed.I’dmade it worse. If there was any chance of him living, he’d never be able to keep hismouth shut, and it would get back to his father that I’d fucked his son. “Fuck. Stay there. Don’t fucking move.”

I locked myself in the bathroom and slumped against the wall. I’d mouth-fucked Noah King. No, this was… This couldn’t happen. Five years I’d kept myself under control. Five years, groveling to a man I despised—his father. Five fucking years, waiting for revenge.

“Where am I going to go in just a towel?” he called. “This will be good for you,” he went on. “All that bottled up aggression. You just needed a good fuck. You feel good? Because I feel fucking fantastic.”

I stripped off, stepped into the shower with its cracked tiles and stained grout, then flicked on the water and stood under its ice-cold jets, waiting for it to warm up. Noah was probably still talking. Apparently, he didn’t care about what had happened, like fucking a man was just another Tuesday for him. He took everything in stride, made every day seem effortless, despite living in a world that wanted to kill him around every corner.

How did he do it? How did he smile so easily?

I washed my shirt and pants, slung them over every surface in the bathroom, alongside Noah’s fashionable clothes, flung a towel around my middle, and stared at the door. Nothing had changed. I’d had my dick in Noah’s mouth. He’d been willing. Wanted it. Didn’t mean anything. Didn’t change how I needed to figure out a way of living through this.

But shit, I’d fucked the boss’s son.

How had that even happened? How did he get inside my head and unravel all the carefully constructed restraints I’d kept myself in for years? What was it about NoahfuckingKing that unraveledme?

“Bad fucking move,” I told my reflection. This whole shitshow had been one bad decision after another. No more mistakes. Just business.

I opened the door. He was still on the couch, where I’d told him to stay. His gaze drank in my bare chest. The way those eyes roamed, I felt their heat, like I wanted to feel his hands on me, his mouth, his tongue.Fuck.

He laughed. “Now you’re just being cruel.”

It was going to be a long night.

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